Goddess Fairy Makeup Novels & Stories

I felt as if I could be put under a fairycore board on P*******t. "Thank you for the dress Vivienne and you look beautiful too," I thanked her once again. Vivienne traded her usual dark lipstick shade and heavy eye makeup for a bare face today and so did the other witches. She had an unreal natural beauty. She was beautiful with or without makeup but she was truly glowing today. Her freckles which I didn't even know she had made themselves known today. "Oh don't even mention it," she shook her head and giggled lightly. Vivienne placed her hand atop my head. I heard her chanting unfamiliar words.

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.

Everyone looked dressed up and beautiful. This is the first time I've been able to clearly see a fairy. Their skin looked like it shone with small specs of glitter as well. I now know that is their fairy dust. Most women had pixy cuts or had their hair tied up in small ballerina buns. All the men had short hair as well. The longest hair I had seen on a male fairy was to their ears. All their features were long, narrow, and pointed, as if they were permanently squeezed between two tight walls.

All of turned to look at Marquee and Stasia. “I am a Fairy, like wings and all. I thought I was a Faited but if what Lord Mortifer says in true I am a Jester fairy.” Stasia stated. She turned around her back facing us. Her tattoo started moving, shimmering. The tattoo appeared to come to life. These huge iridescent wings come to life out of the tattoo. The wings were black with speckles of silver. True amazing. I had never met a fairy. Jester or Faited, not sure what that means. I honesty thought they were of fairytales.

she muttered to herself as she gently touched the soft cottony-like bottom part of the gown. "Mommy!" Maeve forced a smile to welcome her daughter home. The child was still wearing the fairy gown she had custom made for her supposedly flower girls. As Fiona babbled about her day, Maeve's eyes coldly shifted to the man behind her. "You can go now," she said blankly. "Go where?" He asked in a low voice so the child wouldn't hear them. Maeve sighed and gave Fiona the sweetest smile. "You should change, little fairy. Wash up your face too, you'll be a witch in no time because of those eyeliners." Maeve suggested enthusiastically which made the child racing towards her room.

The outfits look pretty good and decent, but the real head looker was my makeup. Despite my normal attire, my makeup makes you want to question your taste. My eyelid was covered in pink and glittery eyes shadow and paired with peacock eyelashes and very very dark eyeliner. My lips were also purple with lots and lots of glitter, and my blush was so red that it makes me look like one of those Asian dolls. As Felisha, I also wore my pink wig.

When Ming Yue is an Ice Goddess then the other young woman is the epitome of a gentle and kind fairy of the heaven. Heart shaped lips as red as blood,curved into a soft smile, pair of phoenix eyes the color of the starless night, perfectly shaped nose and graceful eyebrows. Her long, straight and silky black is cascading like a waterfall from her head to her thin and flexible waist, contrasting heavily with her supreme class jade like complexion but complimenting her eyes. Just standing there but her presence is relaxing and comforting, as if you are in a place full of clouds, calm and peaceful. The visual impact of the two standing together are just too much to take that if they'll look lon

the fairy smirked. "Then why didn’t he just wish for you to make him impervious to harm?" Stephen snapped. "I’m a fairy, not a god. I can alter physical appearances, as I did with you, or conjure material possessions." She deliberately reminded him of his brief stint as a full-sized demon. One capable of plundering, pillaging, and wholesale destruction. Ah, good times. "But I can’t make someone immortal, or influence anyone other than the person making the wish."

Francis was talking to nobles that were all trying to gain his favor since the last incident they hear, they were all scared but didn't want to be on his bad side. He was getting annoyed by their incessant empty praise and ignored them to look at the place were there was a commotion. He went there to see what was going on and saw a beautiful woman in a sky blue dress that was shining and as you looked at the bottom of the dress you could see it becoming dark blue and look like a night starry sky. He was bewitched by her in the instant he looked at her, but after he saw her escort he got irritated and went toward them. "So you are the one making all this fuss at my birthday party."

Once the fairy was handed off, the goblins left; closing the door behind them with smug, backward glances. The seelie woman was completely nude; her clothing had been ripped away much earlier in the evening. She had pale, golden skin which had already been cut in numerous places by razor-sharp, obsidian blades. Her thin arms dangled pitifully from the thick ropes and her legs buckled beneath her. On her back was a pair of delicate wings; translucently shimmering peony pink and pea pod green. There were dark brown veins running through them, like dragonfly wings but thicker. One wing was broken and hanging uselessly at her side but the other flopped frantically as if it could carry her away a